When they were riding on unhindered again, he begun to talk about Yale and led the other on to relate several of his first year experiences. By the time they struck the pavements again they were quite well acquainted.
“Let me see—your name’s Pell, isn’t it?” said Harrington, as they dismounted between the two houses.
“Yes, and I’m Reginald.”
Harrington put out his hand.
“Well, I’m awfully glad to have met you, Pell. I say, come in to-night and see a fellow, won’t you? That is if you haven’t anything better to do.”
Rex privately thought that he couldn’t possibly have this, but he only said, “I’ll be most happy to come.”
The friendship thus begun, progressed very rapidly. Rex speedily learned how to play pool, but of this he said nothing at home. Harrington seemed to have taken a decided fancy to the fellow who did not conceal the fact that he was proud to be acquainted with him.
Rex’s one source of regret was the fact that they were so soon to be separated.
“I say, Reggie,” said Harrington suddenly on the day before his departure, “suppose you come over to New Haven with me. Just on a visit, I mean. I’ll give you no end of a good time. We’ll stop a night in New York on the way. Oh, you must come.”